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If you only have your wanting you still have more than theyThe ones who shame youThe ones who shame youToo weak to yearn like youTo weak to feel the burn like you doYou only have your wanting and you still have more than theyYour heart is ripped, childYou heart is jacked, my sonYour heart is buff, so buffIt lifts desire up, and that's enoughIf you only have your wanting you still have more than theyThe ones who shame youThe ones who shame youToo weak to yearn like youTo weak to feel the burn like you doYou only have your wanting and you still have more than theyYour heart is ripped, child (you lack nothing)You heart is jacked, my son (you lack nothing)Your heart is buff, so buffIt lifts desire up, and that's enoughFucked up and paleYour little bird chest insists that desire itself can felt as fullness and not a gaping holeLetras de cancionesTorn up, willed back together, thicker each time, a not new vein pops from your ticker with each of these crushing sets of tragediesYour heart is ripped, child (you lack nothing)You heart is jacked, my son (you lack nothing)Your heart is buff, so buffIt lifts desire up, and that's enough From Letras Mania